My knees are knocking.
The birds are flocking.
The clock is tick tocking.
But it is with You, I will keep walking.
I will not stand here gawking.
Time to stop balking.
This love is not worth the risk of hocking.
Soon the gates will be locking.
Children, listen to the knocking.
It is time to move past talking.
And stop listening to the mocking.
The boat is rocking.
My God, I am Your soldier.
My name is Minister
My blood is Christ's.
And I am here to do His docking.
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